It's been 26 years, 26 freaking years since I left her. I know many of you are wondering how I survived. I'm wondering myself. I thought I was dead but I must say it was a miracle. There was not even a day where I didn't stack her and my son in these past 20 years. The 6 years post my therapies were so hard that I was not even able to stand. Everybody thought I left her making pregnant, but only I know the pain of separation. My Arohi knows it. Of course, my son has endured so much in his school and college making him what he is today, an introvert. I dared to make my presence noticeable to her but the constant fear of rejection stopped me from facing her and my son.